 But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) And, round about his home, the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.  Littell's Living Age - Стр. 1591853Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - Страниц: 578
...high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate !1 And, round about his home, the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. YL And travellers now within that valley, Through the red-litten windows, see Vast forms that move... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - Страниц: 200
...high estate. (Ah, let us mourn ! — for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate !) And round about his home, the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but...river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out for ever And laugh — but smile no more. EULALIU I DWELT alone In a world of moan, And my soul was... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - Страниц: 332
...high estate. (Ah, let us mourn ! — for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate !) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but...river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out for ever And laugh — but smile no more. TO FS S. O D. THOU wouldst be loved ? — then let thy heart... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1867 - Страниц: 588
...high estate ; (Ah ! let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but...fantastically To a discordant melody ; While, like a rapid, ghastly river, Through the pule door, A hideous throng rush out for ever, And laugh — but... | |
 | Lucy Pauline Wright Hobart - 1867 - Страниц: 534
...estate ; . (Ah ! let us mourn — for never morrow Shall dawn upon him — desolate !) And round about his home, the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but...dim-remembered story, Of the old time entombed. And travelers now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows, see Vast forms, that move fantastically... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1867 - Страниц: 586
...morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and Hoomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed....And travellers now within that valley, Through the red-litton windows see Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody ; While, like a rapid,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1871 - Страниц: 556
...bloomed IB but a dim-remembered story Of the old lime entombed. VL And travellers now within that vallry, Through the red-litten windows, see Vast forms that...fantastically To a discordant melody ; While, like a rapid ghastly river, Through the pale door, • A hideous throng rush out forevei, And laugh — but... | |
 | American poems, William Michael Rossetti - 1873 - Страниц: 556
...high estate : Ah let us mourn ! — for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate ! And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but...river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out for ever, And laugh — but smile no more. ANNABEL LEE. IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1873 - Страниц: 730
...Of the old time entomb'd. And travellers now within that valley, Through the red-litten windows sec Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody; While, like a rapid, ghastly river, Through the pale door, \ hideous throng rush out for ever, And laugh — but... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1874 - Страниц: 216
...high estate ; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate !) And, round about his home, the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but...fantastically To a discordant melody ; While, like a rapid, ghastly river. Through the pale door, A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh, — but... | |
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